cheyennehefner

She lies there, laying down in a bed of tears. All tears. From hate to sorrow. From mourning to happiness. Its all there. Like a rainbow painted with all emotions. She wallows in it. The pain and pleasure consume her. Though it makes her numb. She is encased. She is addicted. She lies there. Numb. Empty. Nothing. But, She is not forgotten. For as like the tears, she leaves a mark on the world. The dark, dirty stream of mosit tears. People love her. People hate her. It all makes her feel alive. She wants to die. But is afraid to do so. She wants to live. But is also afraid. So she lies there. Half dead. Half alive.